i'm quite inclined

to jump us off a cliff and scream

geronimo

just to see their faces.

i can imagine her face the best,

starting out shocked,

with an aftertaste of

horrified.

and then, just before we

hit the ground, i'd

see a bit of

satisfaction

that we'll both be gone

together. see, then

she could wrap all

of her tears in her

white Kleenex and

move on to other

poisons.